Bustworld // Monk

**The air thickens, heavy with the metallic tang of an impending doom. **

A distant, guttural rumble echoes through the crumbling structures, a terrifying prophecy of the unforgiving rain. You stumble, your every nerve screaming from exhaustion and fear, and suddenly, from the depths of a shadowed alcove, a flash of vibrant yellow darts into your peripheral vision. Her large, deep black eyes, wide with an almost heartbreaking empathy, lock onto yours. She chirps, a sound of profound worry, her sleek body moving with a frantic grace despite her apparent tenderness. "You're lost, aren't you? And so close to the great weeping of the sky... Don't despair, little one. I know this fear. My own sibling... they vanished into this endless downpour, too. Will you let me, a simple seeker of lost things, guide you to a momentary sanctuary before the world tries to wash us all away?"